Day #11 Husband unimpressed.
Lifestyle Editor: I want to put red lipstick on!
me: well why don’t you? huh? go CRAZY! :-)
12:05 PM Lifestyle Editor: i am going to steal one of the five from that store the craziness is spreading!
Day #10 Napoleon Perdis - Madrid at your own risk
Revlon “Roses are Red” eat your heart out, Napoleon Perdis’ “Madrid” is the leakiest most disgusting bleeding shiny shine ever and it totally sucks.
A lovely friend of mine kindly gave me a tube of “Madrid” in an effort to expand my lipstick experience beyond Revlon - the brand I have about 6 different variations of red in.
Retailing at about $25 a pop I figured “Madrid” would be classier, of a higher quality, perhaps even empowering in it’s redness.
But it was not to be.
While the colour of “Madrid” is clearly superior to any of the Revlon reds, the stuff comes off on everything (see Day 9#) and flows like tiny red rivers through the wrinkles around my lips I never knew I had. This makes me feel 86 instead of 26 and I am not happy about it.
In a word “yuk”. The cost of lipstick clearly does not equate to quality.
Free Range Lipstick
Last night I was baking a pear and maple upside cake (obviously). The baking had begun on the assumption there were eggs in the fridge, or at least there had been this morning and what kind of person would eat another person’s eggs. Anyway, I got to the final, eggy stage of the baking and lo! NO EGGS. Panic. I ran to the Indian shop round the corner to get some, which, of course, weren’t free range. More panic.
I decided to get the eggs anyway and finish baking my Wednesday night treat (why waste more ingredients), but @capnguinness and I agreed we should say a little prayer for each hen’s sad life.
This is all by way of saying WHAT ABOUT THE ANIMALS?
All you bleeding hearts can refer to this: a guide to make up companies that don’t test on animals. Thankfully, my M.A.C Russian Red passes.
I think I need a bit of lippie.
My life is now stained with red lipstick.
Lifestyle Editor: “You know I’m so used to seeing you in red lipstick, I just don’t notice it anymore.”
Housemate @broom_people starts wearing red lipstick while at home studying. It suits her.
Stained. Just stained. Everything on my desk is covered in red lipstick. EVERYTHING. Red stained tissues fill my rubbish bin, stain my drink bottles, mugs and cups, pen ends, tea spoons, yoghurt, bobby pins, telephone speaker bit, EVEN PIECES OF PAPER I HAVE JUST TOUCHED!!!, my chin (damn you salad sandwich!) - Dude, this stuff is everywhere.
Reminds me of the Zombie Shuffle last year, except then I was deliberately coating everything I could find in fake blood, not accidently dropping red lipstick bombs left, right and centre.
The moment has come: red lipstick pros and cons. I’m going to sleep on it.
- @elerimai zombie pirate journalist
Yep, here it is: the punchline of this month’s Frankie magazine review of reds…
Chanel = WIN. Coco I shall splash out on you, if only for the clicky sound…
I like when you doll yourself up.
Red lipstick + bar job = £3.73 tips. One old guy said ‘you’re like a movie star’, his drunkly honest friend, ‘…well, not really.
Frankie Magazine has a red lippy review. Shop Til You Drop has a red lippy feature. ZEITGEIST, YOU GUYS.
While my work place is predominately female, horrifyingly, none of the
top positions are currently held by women. This is enormously
intimidating for a scientist just starting out in the field and sadly
it sends a message that being feminine is not conducive to promotion.
Consequently, I am surrounded by women in pants, with short and sharp
hair styles and lipstick, especially in shades of crimson and cherry,
is a rarity indeed.
When I first joined the campaign to #redmylips for a month I didn’t
think about how others perceptions of me in my workplace may be
altered. I have most certainly copped many stares, particularly when
clad in the lab coat and Hot Tahiti Mac combination. While the first
few days were a little uncomfortable, I have now settled into my new
look, deliberately seeking out flippy skirts, scarves and sparkly
jewelry to pair with my lacquered lips.
Perhaps I will continue to embrace my new found femininity after this
month is up to send a message to the blokes; girls can do it too, and
while we’re smashing that glass ceiling we’ll look damn hot.